A great example of the early Adventures of Timmy comics from illustrator Roscoe and publisher, Handjobs Magazine.
This is a 2021 update of an earlier post, featuring new, higher res versions of Roscoe’s illustrations.
We’ve had a busy week here, and I’ve been fighting off a shitty cold for days now. So I thought we might take a break from thinking about what our dongs really MEAN, and just enjoy some college bathroom blow jay action.
Taken from the June 2003 issue of Handjobs Magazine, The Adventures of Timmy: College Glory (Hole) is written by Christopher Pierce and illustrated with great aplomb by the famous Roscoe. All of Roscoe’s hallmarks are on display here: proud and shiny erections (shiny everything really!), warm and genial smiles, and joyfully spurty cum blasts make his work some of my very favorite.
I love the Timmy stories, but not evenly. Some (like this one) are way easier to enjoy than others, and feature all the stuff I readily enjoy in sexual content: consent, exploration, excitement, and endings where everybody gets what they really want.
I have taken the original Handjobs pages and stripped the clunky machine text off Roscoe’s gorgeous illustrations, as well as cleaned up the image files. Contrast and compare below:
This way we can soak up all the boners and grins and sperm sprays without heavy 14pt type weighing them down. Roscoe’s illustrations are all always signed, and it goes without saying that all credit and copyright belongs to the artist.
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The Adventures of Timmy: College Glory (Hole)
Written by Christopher Pierce and illustrated by Roscoe
[Handjobs Magazine | June 2003]
It was my second day of college. I’d just come from a drama class taught by Mr. Kincaid, a big sexy guy in his late forties to early fifties. He had a confidence about him, like he knew he was hot and liked it. He had this deep voice I found
very sexy. I knew he’d played some big roles in plays and stuff, although I didn’t know much about that. That’s why I was in his class, to learn. But …
I found myself thinking of other things Mr. Kincaid could teach me, like how to kiss a man real good and how to ride a man’s cock to give him the time of his life.
I really had to piss when I came out of class. I headed for the bathroom and locked myself in a stall for privacy. I sat down on the john and pushed my pants down, letting my dick flop out. I thought about Mr. Kincaid and my cock got hard. Closing my eyes, I remembered a moment in drama class when the big, sexy teacher focused on me with his dark eyes and talked about how an actor has to BE the part, how he can’t just play the part. So I wasn’t listening when somebody came into the bathroom
and locked himself into the next stall.
But when I opened my eyes the guy in the next stall was kneeling on the floor, his stiff cock sticking out under the wall. He was waiting for me to do something. I was so horny from thinking about my drama professor that I decided to suck that dick.
I dropped to my knees, leaned over, grabbed it and stuffed it into my mouth. It tasted good, salty and sweaty, totally masculine and so hot. I took the whole shaft down my throat. I groaned with delight as the guy’s rod penetrated me and filled me. Working my lips around its stiffness, I tried to make the blow job feel great for the guy. With my other hand I grabbed my dick and jerked it.
It was incredible, the whole thing … only the second day of school and I was getting the hottest action I’d ever had. I wondered who the owner of the cock was, but it didn’t matter.
Whoever he was, he was hot! I heard Mr. Kincaid’s deep voice in my head, “Be the part, BE the COCKSUCKER you’re supposed to be. BE the PUSSYBOY you know you are.”
“Yes, yes, suck it for all you’re worth,” I thought. “Suck as good as you ever have.” I kept pumping my rod as I went to town on the monster sex stick. But just as I was getting ready to cum, the guy pulled his cock back. It slurped out of my mouth with a wet, popping sound. I whined in protest.
“What …?” I started to say when a familiar voice interrupted me.
“I don’t want anything separating us,” it said. The guy pulled his pants up, left his stall and pushed open the door to my stall.
It was Mr. Kincaid! The big, sexy teacher walked into my stall and closed the door with a big smile.
“Now to finish you off,” he growled. He loosened his belt and let his slacks fall. He pushed his tented briefs down, releasing his hard cock. With one smooth motion, Mr. Kincaid grabbed the back of my head and forced my face onto his crotch. I opened my mouth and he pushed his dick inside. My professor facefucked me hard and fast. I could taste his precum leaking out of his cock. I jerked myself again.
I couldn’t take much more, I blew sky-high. With one final thrust, Mr. Kincaid shoved his dick down my throat all the way. With a loud grunt he shot his huge load of semen deep down my guts.
I swallowed it and as I did my dick spurted and I came. It was all so hot I couldn’t believe it was happening. When my teacher was done, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and I licked the last drops of cum off it. He tugged on my nipple and looked down at me with a smile of satisfaction.
Well, I had only one thing to say: “College is going to be great!”
It seemed just a little weird that they didn’t use the glory hole mentioned in the title at ALL. But everybody seemed like they had fun, anyway.
As an aside, I love the way Roscoe’s drawings get less precise and more emotional in the panels where characters are getting their nut. It speaks to his talent as an artist to use sketchier and more active linework to convey stuff that the words and spermings don’t necessarily convey.